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Things Fell Out of My Pockets

Things Fell Out of My Pockets I’m on the top floor Looking down I wonder if I’ll see you Walking through the crowd From here in the clouds The sun shines too bright To see the sky If I concentrate I wonder if I could fly If gravity’s a lie Chorus I tripped and stumbled …